Jeritza has been buried deep in his inner world. Lost, frankly. He'd given up on trying to control his alter, given up on trying to manage his mental state or life. Without any chance at happiness or love, without Nina or anyone else to care for, what was the point? He no longer cared what happened to him.
He'd only become buried deeper as Death Knight tortured Nina and enjoyed himself too much to even think about giving up control of the body. So when he finally does disappear, Jeritza isn't right there to take his place. He's not even aware he's supposed to switch in.
This is the cause of the radio static in his mind, the vacant way he stands in the middle of the kitchen, like a video game avatar with no one holding the controller.
But faintly, Jeritza hears crying. A woman crying. It sounds like... It might be Nina. Slowly, he begins to move out of the dense fog he's in, toward the crying. He feels dread. Does he want to see this?
He becomes vaguely aware of a kitchen around him. The crying is coming from below. He looks down. As soon as he does, he is snapped into focus, violently jolted into his body with a small gasp.
Nina... Crying and crumpled in a pool of her own blood. He falls to his knees beside her.
"Nina?! Nina. What happened?!" A far cry from his usual monotone, his voice sounds conpletely horrified. His throat feels tight, his heart pounds fast in his chest. He puts a hand on her back and looks around for evidence of what's occurred. Blood, a chair, tools on the counter, a vial of liquid.
Torture.
He looks down at her again, afraid to touch her and hurt her more.
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Date: 2024-06-24 07:38 pm (UTC)Jeritza has been buried deep in his inner world. Lost, frankly. He'd given up on trying to control his alter, given up on trying to manage his mental state or life. Without any chance at happiness or love, without Nina or anyone else to care for, what was the point? He no longer cared what happened to him.
He'd only become buried deeper as Death Knight tortured Nina and enjoyed himself too much to even think about giving up control of the body. So when he finally does disappear, Jeritza isn't right there to take his place. He's not even aware he's supposed to switch in.
This is the cause of the radio static in his mind, the vacant way he stands in the middle of the kitchen, like a video game avatar with no one holding the controller.
But faintly, Jeritza hears crying. A woman crying. It sounds like... It might be Nina. Slowly, he begins to move out of the dense fog he's in, toward the crying. He feels dread. Does he want to see this?
He becomes vaguely aware of a kitchen around him. The crying is coming from below. He looks down. As soon as he does, he is snapped into focus, violently jolted into his body with a small gasp.
Nina... Crying and crumpled in a pool of her own blood. He falls to his knees beside her.
"Nina?! Nina. What happened?!" A far cry from his usual monotone, his voice sounds conpletely horrified. His throat feels tight, his heart pounds fast in his chest. He puts a hand on her back and looks around for evidence of what's occurred. Blood, a chair, tools on the counter, a vial of liquid.
Torture.
He looks down at her again, afraid to touch her and hurt her more.
"Show me where you're hurt."